No Lights. No Lyrca.

This has to be the weirdest thing I have ever done. Seriously.

My Camerican (Canadian/American) friend Rachel invited me along to a dance party..."Lycra something" is what she said. I wore leggings, chucks and a v-neck. But, the title if the night is "No Lights. No Lycra."

It was like a youth group dance meets hipster-hippie revival. I mean, I'm pretty sure most of the hipsters went and got a beer after the dancing. But, there was no beer there. Well, it was in a church. And, ya, the lights were off.

Seriously, walking in there felt like a commune gathering. You can see arms and legs shooting in all directions, all free spirited like. You can see everyone is wearing frames and skinny jeans. But, they played when the saints go marching in.

I'm doing a poor job of expressing this, but maybe that's because I have no idea what happened.

But, I found an article about it.

So read this, and understand.